Fitz snorted and rolled his eyes at her, watching as she pulled up Netflix for them. He didn’t say anything, but he was frowning as he waited for her to click Braveheart–at least it seemed like that’s what she was going for, even though he was about ready to complain as soon as she hit the button, but instead she switched it to Doctor Who. “Oh!” He grinned and leaned forward, concentrated on the opening credits even though they were basically the same every time. “What?” He responded absentmindedly, already absorbed in the show, “Oh, yeah, I woke up in his beuuuuuuuuuh–his room, yeah, I was, yeah, in his dorm.” He tried to catch himself so he wouldn’t reveal enough for her to keep pressing, but the damage was already done.
Unsurprising. “So, basically what I said. Nice save, Fitz,” Skye said, voice emotionless at best. She was past the point of minding it, but not yet ready to drop the topic, and the credits seemed to be endless. Despite his eyes being glued to the screen, she knew the sudden interest in the names flashing on the screen was just a cover to keep her from asking questions. A horrible one. He knew her better than that. “Firstly, did you have clothes on? Secondly, how dare you get more action than me in a place like this?”
professorleofitz reblogged this from hacking101-blog 
hacking101-blog reblogged this from professorleofitz 
upsidedownhappyland liked this 